As the river runs in Shang Simla, so too are the days of my life.
Seriously, I’m in China now, this time taking care of some unfinished business.
I made myself a vow that I would return to China to locate the writings of Qin Shan Hu. A lot of things have happened between now and then, but now I am holding up my end of the bargain and am in search of Qin’s ancient Mandarin writings.
Andy is here too. For those of you not reading my other blog, Just Plumb Nuts, he’s my fiancé. We met in high school but didn’t start dating until we were both young adults. He’s in heaven because of all the new types of fish he’s catching. I do think he’s getting a little bit homesick though.
It was about six-thirty their time when I arrived at the retreat. I spotted a floor switch, which revealed a flight of stairs leading to some basement.
Down in the basement I found a pile of rubble that needed to be cleared.
There was a mysterious looking switch… so I dug my hand in the hole and a hidden door opened up to my left.
There was nothing behind the door but a chest with two ceramic Chinese bowls. Guess they’re wedding presents from the gods, eh?
After grabbing the bowls I took out the keystone which would let me inside the tomb, and fit it in the key hole.
Wish me luck, I’m going in.
Later, Savannah
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